She gently knocked on the door.
After a weak, timid "come in," Cecile pushed it open and stepped inside.
"Excuse me."
The room held only one serene young girl leaning against the headboard, a book resting on her knees.
Like her sister Euphemia, she had long, shimmering golden hair, but it looked slightly messy from lying in bed so long.
Her face resembled Euphemia’s by about seventy percent, yet lacked that fierce, wolf-like determination in her eyes.
The girl turned her head, smiled, and radiated an indescribable frailty—yet her gentleness still shone through.
True Day Noah.
The gentle incarnation of a holy angel.
She was also the IQ ceiling of the entire game, having designed the grand plan against the Seven Witches. She silently manipulated all seven witches in the story. Without an omniscient view, no one would have noticed.
Everything she did seemed perfectly normal, seamless.
Most terrifyingly, True Day had already passed away early on after joining Demon Hunt to help the protagonist fight the Seven Witches.
A person long dead had orchestrated a plan shaping the world’s course for the next decade. Just thinking about it sent chills down one’s spine.
Almost every move of the Seven Witches had been calculated by her.
"Excuse me, who are you?" the girl asked in a sweet, gentle voice.
"Cecile, a mage. Or you can call me your sister’s master."
M...master?? Her sister’s!
True Day’s smile froze.
Her mind couldn’t process it immediately.
Though young, she’d read many books. "Master" wasn’t a good term.
How could her stoic sister submit to a master?
Her sister was soft-hearted, but this was too demeaning. She couldn’t... could she?
Besides, as far as she knew, her sister was quite strong. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gotten her into this nice hospital just by working a year.
How could such a strong sister accept a master?!
Absolutely impossible!
True Day shook her head, dismissing the wild thoughts.
"My sister wouldn’t—"
Before she could defend her sister, a magical projection appeared before her.
In it, a flustered girl knelt beside a throne, lifting her head to catch an unknown liquid dripping from above.
This embarrassing scene made True Day’s face flush slightly.
A tiny hint of excitement she hadn’t noticed crept into her heart.
True Day easily recognized the kneeling girl as her sister, Euphemia Noah.
While True Day was still in shock, Cecile spoke slowly, "Given this, I’ll take care of you from today. I’ll handle your illness and ensure your recovery."
"Also, as a minor, you need a proper guardian. I’m suitable for that role."
To seize control, Cecile had to sacrifice a bit of Euphemia’s image in her sister’s mind.
After all, True Day’s IQ was absurdly high, even from a player’s omniscient perspective.
Countless people had been silently manipulated by her.
After Cecile finished, the ward fell silent.
The only sound was Helena sitting by the window, leisurely swinging her legs and crunching into an apple.
After a while, True Day seemed to accept her sister having a master.
Hesitantly, she asked, "My sister’s master... are you a very wealthy mage?"
Without enough money, True Day doubted her sister would endure such humiliation.
Her illness required expensive potions every month. The rest barely covered this comfortable private room. She felt like a burden.
Many times, she’d thought of ending it all.
Without her, her sister could live better—no more wearing the same clothes for three years, mending them after every mission.
But if she died, her sister would probably collapse.
So True Day dared not die; she couldn’t bear to leave her sister.
Hearing the topic of money, Cecile breathed a sigh of relief.
She feared strange questions; True Day was too good at spotting issues in conversations.
Whether for controlling Euphemia the Radiant Sword Saint or founding the Luminous Cathedral later, True Day was indispensable.
This was a sure bet, a guaranteed win.
Cecile wouldn’t give up if she could control her.
"You don’t need to worry. I’ll cover all your expenses from now on."
True Day’s eyes lit up.
"Including other things? Beyond medical costs."
"Of course. Everything’s included. After all, I’m your guardian now."
Though Cecile knew manipulation tactics from her past life, she struggled with someone like this.
Especially knowing the other was highly intelligent but still naive, just a teenager.
"My sister’s master..."
"I think we can use a different name. Just call me Cecile."
"My sister’s master..." That title sounded weird.
"Okay, Lady Cely."
"I want to see my sister."
"That might take time. She’s busy with a promotion."
Only when Euphemia advanced to her side would she gain permission to visit.
"I see..."
"If you need proof, I can replay your sister’s projection. But you’d rather hear it from her directly."
True Day’s face flushed again.
Ask what?
"Sister, is she your master?"
How could she ask that aloud?!
But secretly, her sister had such a side. True Day’s lips curled up uncontrollably.
Cecile watched, alarmed, thinking she was plotting something.
She quickly interrupted, "For now, stay here. I’ve prepaid the fees. Someone with my orders will take you later. Anything else you need?"
"Yes!" True Day called out without hesitation.
"What?"
"Books to pass the time."
Cecile sighed in relief.
Just books. No big deal.
"What kind?"
"Um... well... that kind of book." The girl blushed, stammering and lowering her head.
"That kind? What kind?" Cecile pressed, puzzled.
"Just..." True Day took a deep breath, as if gathering courage. She leaned forward and whispered in Cecile’s ear.
"'About My Sister Getting a Master'"
Cecile’s lips twitched, her outstretched hand trembling slightly.
Girl, your thoughts are dangerous.
If Euphemia knew her sister True Day was like this, she might just unleash a meteor strike here.
Cecile smiled as she pulled several books from thin air and handed them to True Day, whose face was flushed with excitement like she’d found treasure.
She suddenly regretted using True Day to threaten Euphemia.
The reverse might be better.
What on earth was this sisterly devotion?!
